Beauty of Nature Poem

I wrote this poem about all the experiences of my childhood and the joy it brought being out in nature.

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Today's poem that uses the "I am from..." line is an instruction I was given for an essay in a retirement center's writing class a while ago. I wonder if that's what prompted Patterson to use...

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The Beauty Of My Childhood

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Published: March 7, 2018

I am from morning dew cold against small bare feet
and birds chirping a beautiful song
From nature that sounds like the most beautiful orchestra
I've ever heard, opening my tired eyes to the world.
From a carpet of dandelions dancing with the wind.
I am from soft green grass and innocent blue eyes
yearning to watch the sunrise.
From watching the sun paint the sky in red, orange, and yellow streaks.
From squinting as the sun sparkled on a fresh blanket of fluffy, white snow.
I am from campfire stories and long starry nights.
From watching the sunset and a full moon rise from behind the stars.
From whispering the moon a good night and closing my eyes.
I am from a little seed, but now I am a flower.

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  • by Audrey Metz
  • 9 months ago

Today's poem that uses the "I am from..." line is an instruction I was given for an essay in a retirement center's writing class a while ago. I wonder if that's what prompted Patterson to use that line. Ever since that class, I have loved using that line for my own meditative writing.

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